Trapped In the Darkness - Chapter One

A Pokemon Fanfiction

Anyway... I do not write the characters as their PKMN Adventure counterparts, I just keep their names and use them as the ones you can find in the games. There are many pairings in here like GreenXRed, NxBlack, GoldXSilver, and RubyXSapphire. But the main pairing shall be GreenxRed. The others will be minor, and probably not going to be as important.

Please enjoy chapter one! :D

~000~

Red hurried inside the small house after taking a quick look around the area, trying to spot bright red on charcoal black. Having absolutely no way to heal your Pokemon, and being Darkari knows where without a Pokemon Center in sight, plus the fact that the rest of his Pokemon didn't have a whole lot of health left, he hoped he wouldn't have to dodge Team Rocket as he entered the house. He could rest here for minute (he was pretty sure this was one of the houses he could rest at without it being a burden to the family) and be on the road by at least tomorrow.

The man of the house sat on a cushion, and what Red assumed was his wife sat on one opposite to him. They both looked at him, smiling. "Welcome, trainer!"

Red was overcome with the sudden thought of how these people could be so hospitable, he had just walked into their house uninvited for Mew's sake! He bowed out of habit, asking if he could stay the night before wincing at his own bluntness.

He heard giggling, and looking up he saw the woman laughing daintily. "Of course you can," she said. "There's a bed upstairs for when you need it. Do you want something to eat first?"

Red shook his head, muttering something about not being hungry when in actuality, he was pretty damn starving. The woman laughed again, getting up from her place at the table.

"I bet you are. Here, take a seat at the table. I'll get you some stew," she said. Red awkwardly got to the table and sat down, keeping his eyes on the ground. The woman came back a minute later with a bowl of the stew, and Red took of his hat off to be polite. He grabbed the spoon and swirled it around in the food, questioning whether or not he should eat anything before his stomach growled and he took a bite.

"So, trainer, where are you from?" the man asked, taking his own mouthful of the stew that his wife had given him. Red looked up from his bowl, and mentally debated telling him or not for a few seconds.

"Pallet town," he finally said quietly. He took another small spoonful of the stew and ate it quickly. The two people talked among themselves for a minute, nodding and making noises that sounded like they knew the name.

"What kind of Pokemon do you have on your team? I'm sure they must be exhausted. You can let them out if you want to," The woman said, excitement building in her voice. Red choked on the stew was eating after he heard the question and started coughing.

"I actually... don't think that's a good idea," he managed to get out. He smiled to himself, imagining what would happen to the house if did do it. It was much too small for his entire team. It would, maybe, fit his Blastoise and Lapras, but... yeah. It was better to avoid destroying the house of the owners who had graciously let you stay at for the night while you got your strength back.

Red blinked. That reminded him of something.

He went to the Pokeball clipped to his belt that was usually empty, but released the Pokemon inside. The small yellow Pokemon that formed from the red light bristled, lashing out at his trainer angrily for keeping it inside the red and white capture device. Red, startled, backed away and held his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

The couple blinked, their eyes wide. They kept flickering their eyes from in between Red and the Pikachu, their lips still forming the words "Pallet Town". Their eyes grew dark, mischievous, but they masked it almost perfectly as they nodded to themselves.

"Aww! What a cute Pikachu!" the woman said suddenly, almost as if she'd never seen one before. Red and the Pikachu stopped arguing and looked at the woman. "Do you happen to have an Eevee? I love those so much!"

Red's eyes grew dark and he looked away. "No... I don't... Green does, though..." he said, not knowing he added the last statement. He looked down his Pikachu that had moved to sit on his lap and stroked its head gently, the Pikachu making happy noises.

The couple exchanged glances again, like that last statement took the cake, and the woman stood abruptly. She assumed Red was finished, because he was paying more attention to the Pikachu than the food, so she took his bowl from him.

"Alright, alright. Now you can go up to bed. I just don't think anyone would want you to starve, especially that boy you mentioned," she said. Red's eyes flashed to her, irritation showing in his crimson eyes dangerously.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, his voice cold. His small electric mouse Pokemon hopped up on Red's shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck in an attempt to calm him down.

She looked down at him as she picked up her husband's plate, unfazed by the tone of his voice. "He seemed special to you, that's all," she said softly. She smiled and walked out from the room. It was then that Red chose to stand up, grabbing his hat and replacing it on his head before making his way upstairs.

He trudged to the spare bed in a room to the right of the stairs, and took off his bag, throwing onto the bed. Unclipping the pokeballs off his belt and placing the next to it, he took a seat, his Pikachu returning to sit on his lap. He continued looking down at the ground, his face a mask of nothing.

He sat like this, absentmindedly scratching his Pikachu behind his ears and stared at the floor. He thought about things: how he should probably go home and see his mother; how he should go and talk to Professor Oak about his pokedex; how he should go and see Blue again- he hadn't talked to her for a really long time; how he should get in contact with Green... yeah. That's probably most important at the time, considering he was on his way to go and visit him.

Red sighed and grabbed his bag, rummaging through it, to find his Pokegear. A few seconds later, he had it in his palm and was turning it on.

Going through his contacts, he finally picked out Green's number from the list and pressed the call button. It rang several times before Red heard a voice in the other line.

"Hey! This is Green. Sorry you can't reach me now, I'm busy! I'll try to get back to you later, so bye!"

Red was silent as the line went dead. The Pikachu looked up at his trainer, sitting up and let out a tiny squeak to get his attention. The scarlet eyes of the boy shifted down and he showed a tiny smile, but it looked strained. Red took his Pokegear and placed it back in his bag, along with his pokeballs, and set the bag on the floor before taking off his hat and lying it on top. Sighing, he laid down, his Pikachu curling up beside him.

It took him a few minutes before he drifted off to sleep.

~000~

Red was jerked out of his sleep by someone yelling. His eyes flying open, he sat up abruptly to see his Pikachu in a cage, someone going through his bag. He leapt to his feet, ready to run over to his first Pokemon.

"Hey! What do you-" Red was cut off as someone punched him in the head and he fell to his knees. Tasting blood, he spit, the bright color contrasting against the pale wood floor. He winced as he was kicked a few times and pulled to his feet.

He was dimly aware of someone going through his pockets, so he flailed his legs, managing to kick the person who was doing it a couple times before someone punched him in the stomach and he stopped because of the pain.

"You little shit," he heard someone say. Red looked up, his eyes unfocused as he tried to see who these people were. The room was dark, he couldn't see their faces.

"Don't give him his Pokemon!" a feminine voice said, next to the one holding his bag. Red noticed she was holding his trainer case, the glittering badges over-top of the special words. "This kid's the Champion!"

"Yeah, we know, Marla," the one holding Red said. "He's the one who took out the old Boss!" Another man grabbed Red by his hair and ripped his head up so the others could see his face. Red clenched his teeth to keep himself from crying out in pain.

The others giggled and chuckled in recognition. Red was allowed to put his head down, and he struggled, fighting against the hold he was under. Someone grabbed him by the chin and forced his gaze upwards again. Glaring, Red was forced to stop his struggles as a little blood ran from the corner of his lip. The man above him grinned.

"You know, this kid's awfully pretty," he said, pulling closer to Red. "He would make a fine addition to my team. To bad he's not a girl." He laughed at his own joke then, the other members laughing halfheartedly.

Disgusted, Red spat onto his face and kicked the man as hard as he could, his saliva pink from the blood.

The man grunted, wincing, but he punched Red again in the head. After taking the impact, Red began to feel dizzy, so he tried to blink away the darkness overtaking him as he hung his head.

"Take him to the new Boss," the man ordered, wiping his face. "He would be delighted to see our new prisoner."

Red managed to look up one last time before someone knocked him out. What had greeted him were angry red letters emblazoned on the chests of all the members. Team Rocket.

~000~

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